Almost simultaneously with the artillery shotgunning, the riflemen of the third column of the Tiger Division fired. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Another 850 rounds of ammunition swept across the battlefield. The Tartars who rushed in front finally walked through the corpses of the Qing army that were bleeding into a stream, and immediately encountered this storm of bullets.

Zhang Yu, the platoon commander of the Elective Regiment, saw a Tartar "Grow" officer who was shot. The officer was rushing towards this side with great vigour. Every time the musket was fired, he hid behind the tree. He dodged two musket volleys, but not the third. A bullet entered the center of the Tartar's eyebrow, making a hole in his skull. The bullets mercilessly wrangled the Tartar's brain, and he fell to the ground without saying a word, and the heavy axe fell to the side.

Zhang Yu was originally Xingguobo's personal guard platoon commander, but last month Xingguobo transferred him to the Xuanfeng Regiment as a grassroots platoon commander, saying that he wanted him to exercise. At this time, he was standing on the front line to direct the battle, shouting loudly for the forty soldiers in charge of him.

Zhang Yu saw another Tartar with a bent bow and an arrow shot. The Tartar was shot in the stomach at the moment when the bow and arrow flew out, and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his stomach and unable to get up. The tartar looked up before he died, only to find that his arrow had missed. His stomach was grangled by bullets, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he fell to the ground bleeding profusely, and he no longer had any strength.

Zhang Yu no longer looked at the Tartar in front of him, and let the third column of riflemen of his platoon crouch down with a loud cry. He was about to command the fourth column of soldiers to fire a salvo when two Tartars bent their bows and fired at Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu hurriedly lowered his head, and the two bows and arrows "passed" and "passed" twice, piercing into Zhang Yu's armor: one shot at Zhang Yu's helmet, and the other shot at Zhang Yu's chest.

Zhang Yu snorted coldly, and didn't bother to pull out the arrows on his armor, only shouted loudly: "Fourth column shooting!" ”

Almost at the same time as the soldiers of the other platoons, ten soldiers of the fourth column fired bullets aimed at the Tartars in front. At this time, the Tartars had already attacked twenty meters away from the Tiger Division, and it was almost impossible for the well-trained Tiger Division's soldiers to miss. The only thing that affects the overall number of kills is that some Tartars are targeted by two or more GIs at the same time, and they are repeatedly killed.

The two Tartars who shot arrows at Zhang Yu were not spared, and they were shot and killed in an instant. They shoot arrows at the officers of the Tiger Division, and they are the focus of the soldiers. The two Tartars were shot several times and died, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The fourth column of soldiers was finished, and there were hundreds more Tartar corpses on the ground. Although Zhang Yu had been on the battlefield twice before serving as the commander of the personal guard platoon, he had always been arranged in the flank and rear, and this was the first time he had experienced such a fierce battle. He felt like the smell of blood in the air was so thick that it made him feel like vomiting.

Zhang Yu looked at the Tartars who were still rushing forward, and didn't know where the Tartars got such a strong fighting spirit.

The Tartars had already killed the red eyes, and they had already left more than 2,000 corpses in front of the battle, and the casualties were very heavy. If so many people had died in a short-handed battle with the Ming army, the Tartars would have collapsed long ago. At this time, the motivation to support the Tartars to move forward came from the big drum that Ao Bai beat desperately, and the other was that they thought that the Tiger Warriors were not good at hand-to-hand combat.

The firecrackers are holding firearms, how can they fight with the Qing soldiers with swords? The firecrackers train every day to release their guns, and naturally they will not be good at hand-to-hand combat. Seeing that the four columns of soldiers of the Tiger Division had all finished their firearms, their eyes were blood-red, and they no longer shot arrows, they rushed up one by one with short soldiers, wanting to fight hand-to-hand with the soldiers of the Tiger Division.

They hoped to rush into the Tiger Division's array for a while, and then break up this firearms force. This is the belief that sustains them in the fight.

Not only the Tartar soldiers in front of the battle thought so, Ao Bai thought so, Adai thought so, including the commander-in-chief of this Tartar army, the blue flag master Zilharang, also thought so. Since Li Zhi's tiger division is a soldier and horse who uses firearms to form an army, he is naturally not good at melee killing.

It was precisely because of this thought that they were very excited after Li Zhi rushed to support, and wanted to defeat Li Zhi in this He Jia Ao.

However, they were wrong, although the veterans of the Tiger Division trained to shoot rifles every three days, the veterans still had a lot of time besides shooting. These times, Li Zhi did not let the veterans of the Tiger Ben Division idle. The veterans have a high monthly sum of three taels of silver, and they also have three meals of meat, and Li Zhi will not let these soldiers wander without training.

Most of the remaining training time of the soldiers of the Tiger Division was spent on training bayonet combat.

It can be said that even if the skills of the Tiger Warrior soldiers in hand-to-hand combat are not as good as those of the Tartars, they will never be much weaker.

The Tartars, who drew their swords and rushed up, quickly understood this. Because they were greeted not by weak and bullying firecrackers, but by bayonet formations as cold as hedgehogs.

The soldiers of the Tiger Division held their positions firmly, the first column raised their bayonets forward, and the second column raised their bayonets through the gap in the first row to meet the Tartars who rushed up. The third enumerated bayonets stood behind the first two columns, waiting for the opportunity to stab. The fourth column quickly reloaded its rifles, ready to fire at the Tartars from behind the bayonet formation.

The soldiers of the Tiger Division wielded their bayonets in a very orderly manner, relying on the formation of bayonets and the well-dressed full-body steel armor on their bodies, and they did not advance or retreat when assassinating, and their knives stabbed at the vital point of the Tartars. The 2,500 bayonet soldiers on the front had been training bayonets for several years, and they were very sophisticated and ferocious.

In the eyes of the Tartars, this array of cold and glittering bayonets seemed to be a hedgehog wall, so deadly that it was impossible to approach at all.

Most of the Tartar infantry used swords, and when they encountered the long rifle bayonets of the Tiger Division, they could not win because of the short swords. The so-called one inch is long and one inch is dangerous, and when fighting in formation, of course, long weapons are the best. Some of the Tartars grabbed their swords and charged tentatively, only to be immediately forced back by the experienced bayonet men.

But one of the Tartars rushed up, and at once four or five bayonets beckoned. Some of the Tartars who couldn't dodge were even pierced through by the bayonets that came from the oblique stabbing and fell in front of the battle.

The Tartars probed for a while, and found that the bayonet array could not be broken. The soldiers of Li Zhihu's division are not at all firecrackers who will collapse in one rush. The Qing troops behind gradually rushed up, gathered in front of the bayonet array, brandished their swords and fought with the tiger masters.

However, the cold and glittering bayonet array was really a little scary, and only the bravest Qing soldiers dared to stand in front of the bayonet array to fight.

The Yellow Banner First Class Melle Zhang Jingao was angry when he saw that the Qing army in front of him did not defeat the Tiger Benshi in one go. He rushed up with a large axe. When I walked to the front of the battle, I found that the bayonet formations of the Qing army and the Tiger Ben Division were indistinguishable. In front of the battle-hardened Qing army, the bayonet array of the Tiger Division did not fall behind, and Li Zhi's soldiers fought to the death one by one.

Ao Bai yelled angrily.

As if in response to Aobai's roar, a tiger soldier directly in front of Aobai stabbed a Qing army infantry armor in the chest. The Tartar armor stared in disbelief at the crucible steel knife that had stabbed into his chest, and his mouth opened wide. As soon as the Tiger Division's soldier retracted his blade, the blood in the Tartar's chest immediately shot out from the wound, splashing several Tiger Division soldiers in front.

The soldier who had succeeded in the Tiger Division, covered in blood, held the bayonet and roared loudly.

"Kill slaves!"